“Once stolen by the void in the depths of late December two thousand and fourteen… this is time travelling Waxing Satellite .❍. Radio Show… The holidays are extended, and we’re with you now… Hold tight, and enjoy yourself…”

As juke/footwork flutters its good self to further reaches of the planet we find ourselves in Russia, where by all accounts there seems to be a growing collection of footwork producers in the online schema.

Foampositte (who I am finding very difficult to find more details on) has created a drastic collection of potent 160bpm bursts – all of which are over in a tragic total of eight minutes and fifty-one seconds.

HaphazardtranslationsthroughtheCyrillic alphabet and back again tell me ‘rabota nog’ transforms into ‘Работа Ног’ when placed into native cyrillic, which then cleanly translates into ‘footwork’. RUSSIANS HAVE A WORD FOR FOOTWORK. And these ones also have a most excellent enjoyment of breaking glass/police sirens (à la airhorns).

As tight and tippin’ as the best as the best of them, the largest sonic removal in Rabota Nog is the use of Russian-language samples throughout. The inability to understand the lyrics of the tracks’ vocal elements leads me to wonder what the music slides along with in Foampositte’s Russian context. If anyone does happen to have a word/clue on this tweet your dude…

So far as I can figure, ‘Foampositte’ is a dedication to the Nike hightop of the analogous name. The Ruski footworker’s footwear of choice..? The written indicators throughout this release have opened up such curiosity…

Linguistically understandable or not – I feel Rabota Nog in a big way. The production is fresh. Without relying too too much on the forebears of the style, Foampositte manages to wrangle some serious soul out of the works. And with this looking like the commencement of a number of volumes, we can only hope to get down to some more Работа Ног in the approaching future. Ура!